It all started last Friday. There I was stepping along confidently, Clutching my homework in my hand. I have to say I was pleased with it. I’d spent hours finishing it the night before.
I don’t know what it was doing in my hands because it should’ve been in my bag. But man I was stupid. Once I saw the dog I knew I was already in trouble. It was the town’s most vicious dog. He was one of the biggest dog I’ve seen. He had his mouth open and I saw the sharp yellow teeth drooling with slobber.
I knew I shouldn’t run, but my feet started moving before I could think. It felt like it was second nature. The dog instinctively ran after me. Soon he caught up with me but instead of biting my leg off, he ripped my homework off my hand and ran off. I was left with a slobbery piece of paper. “No! I’m good as dead if Mister finds out that a dog ate my homework,” I thought. “I mean that is the worst reason why I didn’t bring my homework even if it’s true or not,”
